It’s dead...so there are very few people playing it now.”

Bain scorned this kind of life-challenging behavior. He believed that the life of a warrior should be squandered on the battlefield instead of being wasted indifferently like this.

But looking at Meira's curious eyes, Bain rolled his eyes and said to Meira:

"Want to come and see my collection? I promise, it's something you've never seen before... I won it in a gladiatorial match with the goblins. I can take you to Orgrimmar."

City, go hunting with my brothers in the barren land, they are all brave men, much braver than these silly boys."

Seeing that Meera was hesitant, Bain added another fire:

"And didn't you come here to ask for reinforcements? Listen to me, Mera, Garrosh, each of them is commanding an orc army. As long as you can convince them, you may be able to gain reinforcements from the orcs, and I also have

It can take you to the humans or goblins, especially Gadgetzan, where as long as you have money, you can recruit many mercenaries."

After hearing this, Meera was suddenly moved, but she soon became discouraged. She looked at Bain, with a pitiful look in her two smart eyes:

"But I have no money, Baine. We don't use currency in Highmountain."

Seeing Meira's pitiful eyes, Bain's heart started beating crazily again. He swallowed, patted his chest hard, and said to Meira:

"Don't be afraid, Meira, I have a lot of money. After fighting the bugs last time, my brothers and I made a lot of money selling bug beetles. I deposited all of it in the bank of the Dark Blade Consortium. I will take you there.

Hire a mercenary army for you... Come, follow me."

As he spoke, Bain held Meira's hand with some anxiety. He felt the girl struggle slightly, but finally showed her obedience. Bain's eyes narrowed.

A few minutes later, accompanied by a thunderous and low steel roar, a huge steel locomotive rushed out of the elevator in Thunder Bluff. This giant locomotive was specially designed for the tauren and was specially designed by the Dark Blade Consortium to add...

As the championship trophy sponsored by the Kitson Gladiator Competition, according to Bain's request, the ferocious head of a bug lord was mounted on the front of the black motorcycle, making the steel monster that breathed black smoke look even wilder.

Bain, who was wearing a black flying vest and windproof glasses on his eyes. This wild tauren carried his heavy shotgun and drove a motorcycle on the grasslands of Mulgore. In the carriage on his right, Mei

Laze wore a helmet specially made for the Tauren and held Bain's arm tightly. Amidst the cheerful roar of the Tauren and the wild music of the Tauren Chief Band on the car stereo, Meira was frightened and fragile.

The voice kept ringing in the wind:

"Slow down! Baine, let this steel horse slow down! Damn it, slow down! You madman! I order you!"

"Don't be afraid, Meira! Hahahaha, this is the charm of speed! Do you feel the passion of running? This is our youth. Sit tight and hold on tight! Speed ​​up!"
Chapter completed!